Spring Fling 2007

Fic101 list2 – prompt #65 - Goodbye

My recipient’s request:

"Since this is the Spring Fling, it would only be fitting if our favourite, red-headed starship captain had a little fling of her own. I'll leave the choice of who KJ is going to enjoy herself with up to you. I'm still a J/C'er at heart, so as long as she has her fun and then ends up with the right man in the end, I'll be a satisfied reader. I'm not a fan of baby fic, weddings, melodramatic angst or C/7. Any rating is good, but NC-17 is better...hehe"

Summary – Kathryn meets someone during shore leave who ends up being a catalyst for change

*****

Rolan looked her up and down. He couldn’t deny his desire for her any longer. Honour and duty had meant that he’d had to wait for this moment. The IKF had demanded that he finish what he’d started. He had done that. Now it was time for his reward for his service to the Empire. He could have anything he wanted - a bigger ship and more power for his house. They were a given but what he really wanted was Mertol. And now he would have her. “What do you want?”

Swinging her hips, Mertol stepped closer. “You.”

His eyes fixed on her swaying breasts. Her hard nipples jutted out. The thin material of her shirt hid nothing from him. His appetite increased watching her hand run over her firm breast.

“Take me hard. Now.”

Rolan sneered and closed the distance between them. Wasting no time, he ripped off her shirt and squeezed her breasts hard. His fingers pinched and tweaked a hardened nipple while kissing her roughly, forcing his tongue in, scraping against her teeth. He then bit her lip, drawing blood.

Mertol growled when he latched on to her neck. She tilted her head back to allow more access. She’d dreamed of being with him for so long and now her dreams were being fulfilled. When he found the sensitive spot behind her ear, her desire spiralled higher and higher. Her hands roamed through his hair and over his back. She moaned his name over and over.

Rolan released her then tore off her skirt and panties.

When he squeezed her mound, she bucked and groaned. Her inner muscles clenched in anticipation. She wanted him so badly. Waiting for him to return had been torture.

He forced her back until she hit the table and kept pushing until she lay on its hard surface.

Naked and spreadeagled, she watched him take off his clothes. Her heart jumped when he released his long thick penis. Her hand ran over her dark curls and slid down her wet folds, stroking and pinching. She almost came then and there.

Snarling, Rolan watched as she pleasured herself. He quickly finished undressing and grabbed her hand, pushing it away from her dripping centre. He wanted to make her yell his name all the way to Sto-Vo-Kor. Making her his, he pinched her breasts hard, then raked his hands over her lean stomach, stopping at her hips. Holding her tightly, he positioned himself over her entrance, looked deeply into her dark orbs then drove all the way in...

“Is this seat taken?” Rolat asked. On the final day of his leave, he’d planned to have a quiet dinner and retire for the evening to prepare for his next trade mission. That was until he saw the most exotically beautiful woman he’d ever seen sitting in the hotel restaurant. He’d never seen red hair before and it intrigued him. She was small but exuded a quiet strength. Who was she? Where did come from? Along with a million other questions, he wanted to ask her.

Kathryn jumped. She was so engrossed with the Klingon bodice ripper that B’Elanna had lent her the seemingly unthinkable had happened – she’d let her coffee go cold. She shifted uncomfortably. It had been a long time since she’d this type of reaction to something she was reading. Reading energy consumption reports never made her pulse quicken or made her have wet knickers, she chortled. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this aroused.

Realizing that someone had actually asked her a question, she looked toward the sound, and straight into the eyes of one of the most striking men she’d ever seen. He was tall, dark and incredibly handsome with piecing dark eyes and long jet-black hair. And he looked exactly like how she thought Rolan would look. In her aroused state of mind, she salivated at the prospect of playing the part of Mertol to his Rolan.

Shaking herself out of her day-dream and a little embarrassed at not responding to him straight away, she asked, “Pardon me?”

The man smiled, sensing her embarrassment. Her skin was flushed and he could smell her arousal. “I asked if this seat was taken.”

Kathryn couldn’t help but smile at the not so original opening line, but she decided to let it slide. She was on her second day of some much needed shore leave. Shifting position in her seat rubbed against her wet sensitive lips, sending tingles up her body. She wanted to feel like Mertol and decided she was going to have some fun for a change. Kathryn wanted to see how far she’d allow the tall stranger to go. At the very least, if nothing happened then she’d have some pleasant fodder for her dreams. She pointed to the chair next to her. “Please.”

“My name is Rolat.”

It was almost too good to be true. His name was very close to the Klingon hero in the story, Rolan. “I’m Kathryn.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

She wasn’t surprised that she almost swooned. He had a devastating smile plus dimples to go with a wicked glint in his eye. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. “Please to meet you too.”

They fired questions back and forth. Both knew there were playing the game and both knew what they wanted from each other. It was a constant in this quadrant as well in the Alpha Quadrant. Two people meeting, connecting almost instantly, for no strings attached comfort sex. They were two lonely people wanting to have some fun and feel something for themselves and not just duty and the immense responsibility of command.

Emboldened, Rolat’s thigh rubbed against hers. He smiled again. This beautiful woman with the flame coloured hair responded, shifting closer to him, and rubbed back. He’d always liked strong women who knew what they wanted and weren’t afraid to get it. His hand snaked under the table and stroked her thigh.

“You remind me of someone.” She twirled the padd in her hands but her eyes never left his. Her hunger for him increased with every stroke of his hand.

“Hmm …” His fingers caressed her inner thigh.

“Read this.”

He began to read the passage that she’d just read.

Kathryn’s hand went under the table and began to tenderly fondle his thigh.

Rolat moaned, from the story and from her touch.

Kathryn gently squeezed his pulsing length when she thought he must be at the end of the passage.

Gods! He wanted her. Like Rolan had craved Mertol. Putting the padd down, he looked at Kathryn. His cock twitched under her ministrations. His desire for her was plain to see and feel and so was hers. His voice seductively low, he asked, “Where are you staying?” Not wanting to waste any more time or give her a chance to back out, his fingers brushed the wet material lying over the apex of her thighs.

Kathryn moaned.

Her hips tilted up as he applied more pressure to her sensitive centre telling him the answer. He yearned to see and feel her writhe under him.

“Here.” Kathryn stood up, took him by the hand, and led him to her room. Somehow, she’d managed to keep some control and not kiss him in the lift. It just made her want him more as the expectation grew. It wouldn’t be long before she would taste him - hopefully everywhere.

The lift stopped and the couple walked towards Kathryn’s room.

Rolat stood behind her, slowly rubbing himself against her.

Kathryn barely managed to key in her entry code because of what Rolat was doing to her. She could feel his hard length against her ass. It was pure bliss.

Stepping inside her room, Rolat barely gave her time to throw the padd on the side table before he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Her heart pounded and she responded immediately, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him back.

Their tongues duelled and danced around each other.

His large hands roamed over her – through her hair and down her back. He grabbed her backside and pressed her against his now straining erect cock. Panting, he stepped away from her and thought back to the story - his deep voice thick with lust. “What do you want?”

Kathryn could play this game. Recognizing the storyline, she moved even further away from him, undid her bra but kept her shirt on. She then walked back toward him, swaying her hips. “You.”

Rolat licked his lips. The sway of her hips and tits nearly drove him wild.

Her eyes roamed over him – just as his did. “Take me hard. Now.”

Kathryn’s sultry voice quickened his pulse. Like the story, he closed the gap between them and ripped off all her clothes, leaving them in tatters on the floor where they fell. He lifted her onto the dining table. “Kathryn, the story …”

She understood and smiled wantonly. Lying back, she raised up on one elbow to watch him while her other hand snaked down, over a breast, across her stomach and toward her mound. Her fingers slowly circled around her soft curls before sliding over the edge toward her swollen lips. She was so wet and ready, and moaned as she waiting for him.

Like the story, seeing Kathryn pleasure herself was nearly too much. She was beautiful and about to be his. He suspected that eventually he was going to be hers as well. He didn’t mind. All he could think about was getting out of his clothes as quickly as he could.

She gazed at him, devouring him with her eyes as each part of him was exposed to her. A low guttural moan filled the room. Rolat was even more handsome naked. His penis proudly jutted out magnificently. His well-muscled chest was covered in a layer of dark hair just wanting to be caressed. The hair thinned out along his taut stomach before turning to tight curls closer to his proudly erect manhood. Kathryn was now convinced she’d died and really gone to Heaven.

Not wanting to hurt her, Rolat asked again. “Like the book, my Mertol?” He was standing between her legs, his seeping cock just out of reach. His hands roamed lightly over her skin.

Kathryn trembled. His fingers sent little electrical shocks through her body. She wanted him now but was grateful that he kept asking. She trusted him and knew he wouldn’t hurt her. They both wanted it. To allay any further doubts, she sat up, grasped his head with both hands, and kissed him hard. While still holding his head, she stated succinctly, just as Mertol had, “Rolat, Fuck me. Hard. Now.”

Rolat nodded, kissed her fervently back, and then gently bit at her bottom lip, as they pulled apart. He pushed her back on the table then squeezed her breasts hard, his thumbs flicking and tweaking the sensitive peaks. He smiled watching her sigh with pleasure.

Kathryn writhed. Her inner muscles pulsed and she could feel how wet and aroused she was. She smiled lustfully knowing what was about to happen when his hands left her peaks and travelled down her trembling body.

His hands trailed over her flat stomach stopping at her hips. Holding her tightly, he positioned himself over her entrance. He tilted his pelvis making his seeping head rub against her swollen lips.

Kathryn moaned and squirmed.

Rolat forced her hips down tighter so she couldn’t move. With one long hard stroke, he entered her driving all the way in then stopping.

Both gasped in ecstasy.

She was tight and he was large. There was a flash of pleasurable pain and it took a moment for her to adjust to him. It had been a long time between drinks for both of them.

Rolat pulled all the way out and then plunged in again, a little more powerfully. Hearing her lusty groans urged him on. He gave her no respite but she didn’t seem to care and so with each thrust her inner muscles clenched around him. His tempo increased along with his desire.

Kathryn panted. Her skin was red, flushed, and glowing with sweat. She could feel the slap of his tight scrotum against her. Her eyes closed, concentrating on clenching around him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, locking him to her.

He begun to pound into Kathryn, over and over, and her body went with it, her hips thrusting back against him. She could feel the beginnings of her release. The tingling sensations rose from deep with in her like a geyser. It was unstoppable.

Again and again, Rolat lunged deeper until his control was lost. He now just hammered into her. The table creaked under the pressure.

Kathryn was lost completely. She couldn’t move. Nor did she want to. This was wonderful but she wanted more. “Harder …”

Rolat dutifully obliged, pounding into her even harder than before. He couldn’t last much longer, but he wanted to take her with him. As soon as his finger touched her swollen nub, he felt her walls grip him. He stroked and pinched her clit until she bucked off the table.

“Oh god …” Her walls seized him even tighter than before and her release exploded and she took him with her in a mind-blowing eruption of pleasure.

Grunting, Rolat bucked into her then spilled himself deep inside her. He continued to thrust riding her until she stopped gripping him and he was spent. Heaving, he collapsed on top of her, his legs felt like jelly.

Alarmingly though, the table groaned and creaked more loudly under their weight.

Fearing the table might collapse, Rolat slipped out of her, gathered her limp body up in his arms, and staggered to the bedroom. He laughed at himself that he was able to think rationally even though he felt like he was floating on a cloud, completely euphoric.

Laying her gently on the bed, he watched her panting and glistening body get under the covers. She moved with such grace. He smiled. She was even more beautiful than before - her glowing body, the muffled hair, and her red pert lips and then there was the scent of their joining. It was nothing like he’d ever smelt before. It was very sensual. Rolat stood staring in awe.

Kathryn recovered enough to find him staring at her, the look of desire on his face evident. She wanted to be close to him again. “Come here.”

Rolat climbed under the covers and she sidled across to him, snuggling perfectly into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly.

They kissed tenderly.

Her fingers roamed over his hairy chest occasionally gently kneading his chest muscles. Kathryn wanted this feeling to last. She didn’t want to see him leave. “Thank you, Rolat. You were truly wonderful.”

“As were you.” His hand caressed her back. It would be another hour or so before he could make love again. He wasn’t as young as he’d once been. He needed time to recover.

“Can you stay a bit longer?”

“For you, yes.” He wasn’t expected to return to his ship until 0800 local time. It would be a long time before he would go on any more shore leave. He loved the feel of her hot body next to his and wanted to keep this going for as long as he could.

“I’m pleased.” Making her intentions clear, her fingers swept over his still wet and semi engorged penis, caressing it until it twitched again.

“Later.” He gently took her hand, bringing it up to his chest and kissed her once more, then they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

*****

Kathryn awoke as she rolled over. Smiling, she saw Rolat sleeping on his back, his hands resting on his stomach. God, he was sexy. His dark skin contrasted against the white of the linen. She licked her lips in expectation, wanting to have him again. Her finger removed a wayward strand from his forehead then she continued to trace imaginary intricate lines and swirls over his left temple.

Rolat became aware of someone touching him. He didn’t move. He didn’t want to. He wanted Kathryn to have him as much as he’d had her earlier.

She gently moved the sheet down over his chest and hips. His penis lay to one side, thick and gorgeous. Her hand weaved through his chest hair. She leant over and took hold of his nipple with her mouth, nibbling and sucking. She smiled when he groaned and then continued to lick his erect nipple.

He moaned, feeling her teeth scrape a nipple.

Kathryn rose back up and kissed him eagerly, their tongues dancing.

His hand cupped a breast and gently squeezed the soft flesh.

Now she moaned and changed positions. Straddling him now, she wormed her way down him, stroking, kissing, and gently biting him as she went. Her desire was building again for him.

Rolat’s penis, like the rest of his body, responded to her touches by twitching and squirming. “Kathryn …”

“Sshhh…Just enjoy.” Her fingernails scraped along his sides. Her hardened nipples dragged along his flat stomach.

How could he not enjoy the feeling of her tongue making its way down his chest, her nipples running over his body or feeling her moist centre rub against him? It was exquisite torture. He reached for her, running his fingers through her soft hair.

Her nose nudged at his wiry curls. She breathed in deeply their combined scent from their earlier lovemaking. She rubbed her cheek against his now fully erect penis.

Rolat opened his legs wider, giving himself over to her sensual assault. He didn’t have to wait long.

Her tongue flicked around his engorged head - twirling and teasing before slithering down the underside then back over the top.

He gasped. His hands held her head over his groin, not wanting her to stop. He felt a small hand caress his balls, gently rolling them in her palm. A finger stroked him between his ass and his scrotum while the other hand rubbed and squeezed his chest hair. All the while her tongue danced and sucked its way down his length. He didn’t know how long he could last under her sweet torture. He had to stop it. He wanted to be inside her. He took her arms and sat her up.

Kathryn grinned wickedly. She gave him no time to recover before she lowered herself straight onto him. He was already slick from her mouth and she was incredibly aroused by giving him head. She could feel his swollen head rub against her inner walls while her rhythm increased. Throwing her head back, she rode him like there was no tomorrow.

Rolat watched in amazement. Kathryn’s head thrust back, her breasts, firm and beautiful, bounced around as she moved up and down his penis. He was gone. Lost in her. He’d hoped to squeeze her boobs, pinching a nipple but that movement was beyond him when he felt the fire of his orgasm erupt inside him. All he could do was hold onto her hips as the most incredible orgasm he’d ever had took hold as her walls clenched around him. Grunting and groaning, he came in long hard spurts, emptying himself inside her.

Kathryn felt his release inside her and continued to pump him until he was spent. She watched his faced contort with passion.

Panting, his eyes were closed, trying to capture the wonderful feeling in his memory. He never wanted to forget his time with her.

She lightly stroked his left cheek. Her fingers swept over his forehead and behind his ear, tracing some imaginary lines. She leant down and kissed him, slowly and lovingly.

They held on to each other, her hand running slowly through his thick hair. His hand gently rested on the small of her back.

Happy, Kathryn kissed his chest then swung her leg over him and flopped on the bed beside him.

They lay quietly, recovering.

Kathryn relaxed, her arms above her head, feeling tired but elated. Her eyes closed and she felt herself nearly nodding off.

Rolat rolled over to see her lying on her back, breathing slowly, her skin flushed still. He was content to just watch her but the lure of her body tempted him. He needed to touch her one last time. He edged closer, taking a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue around it then licking his way down the valley between her breasts. His other hand made her skin tremble as it feathered its way down to her mound.

Slowly, his fingers circled through the damp curls, sticky with their juices but smelling divine. He could see her back arch up a fraction. His hand tugged at her legs and she opened them for him. His fingers slithered up her thigh until they reached her succulent centre.

He stroked her outer lips. Still making love to her nipple, he heard her suck in a breath and felt her hips move toward his hand, wanting more. His fingers lightly danced over her already sensitive lips and every so often, a finger would thrust in deeper, catching her by surprise.

Kathryn started to pant, her eyes still closed. She imagined herself under the man of her dreams, writhing in passion, feeling his long length inside of her, him kissing her all over. She could feel herself lose control.

Sensing how close she was, he plunged two fingers inside her, thrusting deep inside her tunnel. His thumbnail teased at her swollen nub. Her inner muscles clenched around his fingers as they moved in and out.

Her breath became even more ragged and she shuddered. Her eyes squeezed shut and her toes curled. After a final gasp, she yelled as her release came, “Chakotay … I …love … you.” Breathless, Kathryn collapsed back on the bed.

Rolat continued to slowly caress her pulsing clit and swollen lips while she came down from her orgasm. He would’ve liked her to scream his name but he knew the realities of this situation. He would be gone in an hour, never to see her again, but he’d still have the memories of a wonderful night of passion. Who ever this Chakotay was, he was a lucky man to have her heart. He kissed Kathryn tenderly. His hand gently moved the stray lock of hair from her face, his finger softly tracing along her jaw and down her neck.

Kathryn purred softly.

Rolat realized she’d fallen asleep. He kissed her soft lips one last time and whispered goodbye. He covered her stunning body with the bed sheet and quietly left. He stopped at the door to get one final look at her. His heart swelled. She looked peaceful – almost angelic when asleep. He hoped to take that image of her with him for the rest of his days.

In the living room, he gathered his scattered clothes and got dressed. By the door was a mirror. He hand combed his long hair and retied it in a loose ponytail. Below the mirror, he spotted the padd with the story on it. His thoughts returned to their meeting in the café downstairs for a moment and he thanked the Gods that he’d made the decision to stay in last night.

Rolat wrote a message to Kathryn, apologizing for leaving without saying goodbye. It would be easier for him not to speak to her directly. He might throw his present life away and join her to cross the quadrant to her home. It would be a wonderful fantasy but that’s all it would be. His duty and honour were like hers. To his ship and his crew. So, he wished her a safe journey and more importantly, to tell this Chakotay that she loved him and to let him into her life. There was always more to life than duty and her ship - especially for her, considering how far they had to go to get home.

Laughing softly, he wondered when he would follow his own advice and accept that his heart belonged to Elin, but duty had also prevented him chasing his own dreams. Only time would tell. He left her room and headed for his own.

*****

“Commander, a ship has come into sensor range. It is on a parallel course, travelling at low warp.” Tuvok read the details as they appeared on his security console. “No active weapons signatures. Minimal shields.”

Chakotay watched the display. The same information scrolled down the screen by his command seat. “Harry, anything on the scans?”

“Getting them now, Sir.” Harry checked the data. “It appears to be a Harzite ship.”

“All right. Tom, ETA?”

“Two hours, sir.”

There was a beep at Harry’s subspace communication panel. “Incoming message, Sir.”

Chakotay relaxed a little. The Harzite ship was too far away to pose an immediate threat. They’d learnt from experience to treat every ship in the Delta Quadrant as hostile until otherwise known because most of them had been hostile. “Put it on the viewscreen, please.”

The large screen flickered then a dark humanoid appeared. He was dressed in a crisp navy blue military uniform. “Good day, USS Voyager. My name is Captain Rolat Nadal of the Harzite Federation and master of the HFS Texel. May I speak with Captain Janeway, please?”

“I’m Commander Chakotay, First Officer. Captain, may I inquire what this is about?” The Harzi had seemed a pleasant enough race. At the last planet they’d visited, they’d started trade negotiations with these Harzites only for the deal to fall through because the parts the aliens had offered were incompatible with Voyager’s systems. They didn’t leave empty handed though. The friendly aliens had given them a set of their star charts for the next series of sectors they would be travelling through after Kathryn had told them about their story.

It took all of Rolat’s command training to remain passive when Chakotay had said his name. No wonder Kathryn had stroked his forehead during their night together two days ago. Chakotay’s facial art was on the left side. He was striking and even looked a bit like him. It was no surprise then that she’d chosen to go with him.

Getting back to the task in hand, Rolat said, “It is a private matter. May I speak with your captain?”

“One moment please, Captain.” Chakotay pressed his combadge. “Chakotay to Janeway.”

“Go ahead, Commander.” Kathryn was doing reports in her Ready Room. Her time spent on the planet, first with the trade negotiations and then with some shore leave had put her behind in reading her reports.

“Captain, a Captain Rolat Nadal from the Harzite Federation wishes to speak to you. Privately.” Chakotay wondered what it was all about. He hadn’t been privy to all the trade negotiations to know everything that had gone on. He’d just have to be patient. Kathryn usually filled him in quickly if it was something important.

It took all of Kathryn’s own command training to keep her voice steady and normal. “Put it through to my Ready Room, Commander.”

“Aye, Captain. Stand by.”

Kathryn waited for a few seconds then her computer console beeped. She pressed the button to complete the connection and Rolat appeared on the screen. They were both quiet for a few moments, lost in their own thoughts.

“Hello, Kathryn …”

“Hello, Rolat.”

They were nervous, even awkward – like they’d been as teenagers.

“I read your note, Rolat. It was sweet.”

“Thank you. I wanted to say I’m sorry I left before saying goodbye properly.”

“Don’t be, Rolat.” Her hands grasped one another nervously. She had no idea why she was so nervous. Maybe it was because in one-night stands, one person usually tried to leave before the other woke up to avoid these embarrassing moments.

Rolat nodded. Again, there was an awkward silence between them. He wondered if she’d really read his note. He decided to press on. Her happiness meant something to him even if it was with another man. “I just met your Chakotay …”

Kathryn had remembered what she’d screamed as she came on his hand. Embarrassed, she looked down, not able to face him. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.” He smiled. “Your Chakotay. He’s very handsome.”

She smiled back. “That he is.” Her plan was about to come to fruition. She’d invited Chakotay over for dinner and would do what Rolat had suggested. She’d tell Chakotay that she loved him and see what happened after that. She was pretty sure that Chakotay felt the same for her but until she said it to him, she wouldn’t really know.

“Does he love you?”

“I think so.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Yes. In about an hour.”

“Good for you. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Kathryn.”

“Thank you.” Kathryn wondered if there was anyone for him. “You know you do too.”

Rolat’s wry smile grew. For once, he’d follow his own advice. “I’ll be working on it tonight as well.”

“Good luck, Rolat. Whoever she is, I’m sure you’ll be very happy.”

“Elin is her name. She is my chief doctor.”

“That’s a beautiful name.”

“And so is she.” Rolat smiled, despite feeling a little sad that he would never see Kathryn again. “Good luck and safe travels, Kathryn. I’ll never forget you. Goodbye.”

“Me, either,” Kathryn whispered, touching the screen. “Goodbye, Rolat.”

Kathryn watched as the screen went blank. She was a little upset knowing she wouldn’t see him again. Rolat would be a fond memory and the catalyst for bringing her and Chakotay together. Her happiness and sheer relief that she’d be soon telling Chakotay how she felt outweighed any sadness she felt about not seeing Rolat again. In an hour, their shifts would end and she would tell Chakotay that she loved him and hoped that they could take the next step. But first, she had to get through the latest, most boring energy consumption report.

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